Asleep

tree

 

Asleep in these woods–

amongst the veiny Evening Primrose

and the newly flowered

Queen Anne’s Lace

 

Wrapped up in dusk–

like the climbing Wild Grape vines

Competing for the sun

 

Coyotes whisper and whine–

far off through the old gnarled Oak trees

and young spring Mesquites

 

A a Cottontail stands at mock attention–

to smell the sweet hour of the air

before it fleets

 

Doves sing out a magical Love Song coo–

Frogs and Crickets

the string quartet

 

Fields of grass

the green epitome of freedom–

 

Skies so clear blue–

before darkness sets

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